The Wizard Path From The Simulator

Time passed swiftly, and it had been two months since.

Milton Cheney’s birthday had quietly passed, and he was now nineteen years old.

In the student apartments of the Wizard School, Milton rubbed his brows lightly.

Two months of time had made him familiar with this ancient wizard school.

His mentor, Mr. Morton, and his senior brother, Hershe, were both amiable towards him. There were no unnecessary provocations during these two months.

All in all, after joining the White Rose School, Milton managed to find some footing on the Wizard Continent.

However, he wondered when he would be able to return to the subcontinent where he had lived for more than a year after his time travel.

Perhaps when he becomes a Level 1 Wizard? Or maybe a Level 2 Wizard?

For now, Milton didn’t know.

Milton could sympathize with those simulated sons, understanding why after he had sent them to the Wizard Continent, they would never return.

Maybe they were simply indifferent to the matter.

Milton’s sentiments came and went quickly. At this moment, he was not in the best of moods.

The reason was simple; he found that since becoming a Level 2 Wizard Apprentice, his meditation speed had slowed down again.

It was just like back when he transitioned from an Official Knight to a Grand Knight.

After two simulations, Milton chose to retain his realm, but the progress was incredibly slight.

Forget about becoming a Level 3 Wizard Apprentice, he hadn’t even reached the peak of a Level 2 Wizard Apprentice. Currently, he could still only etch six Zero Ring Magic spells into his Spiritual Sea.

Indeed, it was exceptionally difficult for a Level 5 talent to walk the path of a wizard.

Of course, it also had to do with his two simulations where he didn’t live long in either.

In one, he died a few years later during a school war, and in the other, he died more than thirty years afterward.

Of course, wizard talent and knight talent were not the same.

If knight talent was like a natural moat separating you, not leaving any chance for you,

Then wizard talent was different, it was like leaving you a boat on the sea.

A Level 1 Wizard talent naturally sailed on a massive ship in the sea, while a Level 5 Wizard talent only had a tiny, decrepit boat.

The small boat could be destroyed by the waves at any moment.

With only this small boat, crossing the boundless sea was undoubtedly extremely difficult, but it wasn’t like there was no chance at all.

Theoretically, this little boat, if it had an invincible golden body that could ignore wind and waves, could still have the chance to cross the sea even if it was worn-out.

In reality, if a person with Level 5 Wizard Talent has an infinite lifespan, he could still become an official wizard even if his cultivation speed was extremely slow.

The simulator that Milton possessed was, in a way, a kind of ‘infinite lifespan’.

As long as he did not die in reality, he could accumulate enough simulations to become a real wizard.

In a classroom at the school’s high tower.

Milton sat in the back of the classroom with several books in front of him.

The people sitting around him seemed at least a decade younger than him.

Seeing him amidst these children seemed out of place, but Milton remained indifferent.

Perhaps in the beginning, he felt embarrassed, but after two months, Milton had already adapted to the daily lessons in the school.

Because he joined the school halfway and was a wild wizard apprentice, it was inevitable for him to ‘attend classes’.

And those in his batch were all five or six-year-old children.

When Milton first joined them as a transfer student, these young students were naturally curious about him.

But after two months, these students had gotten used to having a big brother who was more than a decade older than them in class.

Suddenly, the rowdy classroom quieted down.

The reason was simply that the scholar in charge of teaching had walked into the classroom.

The teachers were scholars from the school, and the scholar in charge of Milton’s batch was not a stranger to him.

It was Ms. Lacey who had once appeared in his simulations.

Ms. Lacey walked into the classroom, glanced around, and then began teaching without any additional comments.

Milton listened attentively. His qualification as a Level 2 Wizard Apprentice had been directly instilled into him by the simulator.

Therefore, he had little understanding of even the most basic wizard knowledge.

But these past two months, diligently completing assignments in addition to frequent library visits and countless nights at his apartment, Milton had supplemented a lot of information about wizards.

Milton was like a sponge, absorbing the nutrients of knowledge with fervor.

Of course, whenever he encountered anything he did not understand, he would consult Mr. Morton or Ms. Lacey.

Over time, Ms. Lacey grew to admire him.

Class ended after two hours, and Milton packed up the books in front of him and left the classroom.

In the White Rose School, students only had one class per day.

It’s not that the school neglected these students, but one class was enough.

Besides, in the school, the scholars’ time was much more precious than the students’.

After leaving the classroom, Milton returned to his apartment briefly and then headed straight to the Experimental Zone.

In two months, he had more or less integrated the knowledge from the three books.

Compared to the six months Mr. Morton had given him, Milton had advanced this timeline by four months.

Moreover, after being assessed by Mr. Morton, he was officially capable of handling some simple experiments from today.

But what Milton was more concerned about was what were the two spells that Mr. Morton had prepared for him.

After all, the simulator had only casually mentioned in the simulations that Mr. Morton had taught him two spells.

As for what these two spells were, Milton was still unsure.

“Mentor, I’m here,” Milton softly said as he entered the laboratory and saw Mr. Morton reading a book inside.

Mr. Morton closed the book in his hand, then looked at Milton and nodded in satisfaction.

Milton had mastered the knowledge from three books in two months, which pleasantly surprised him.

The books he had prepared for Milton, especially the three he had already understood, were laden with substantial knowledge.

If the comprehending capability of some was poorer, they may take one or two years to master it.

However, Milton had only spent two months proving that he had the knack for studying magic.

“Here, these two spells are specially prepared for you. Check if they overlap with the spells you have mastered. If they do, I have alternatives here,” Mr. Morton said as he handed Milton two books from the side.

Milton took them and examined the books in his hand.

Zero Ring Magic, Parsing Technique

Zero Ring Magic. Life Mark

These were the two definitive core Zero Ring Magic spells!

These were the spells that Mr. Morton had prepared for Milton!

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